Surrounded by no one

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Can't you see
My eyes are closed

I don't want you here.
Nowhere near, in fact.

Can't you see by my clothes
I don't need anywhere to go

I wish I could run sometimes
But my shoes won't put up with jagged lines.

Maybe you should go
And come back for me another day.

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